Day 8: The Purple Sky




"Citizen’s do not be alarmed! I assure you the sky has always been purple!” The voice reverberates off the metal houses, echoing as it booms through the street. Yet, there is something oddly calming about it, something sweet about the lullaby that begins to play afterwards.

Everyone looks relaxed, from the children who gaze up at the sky (that has always been purple) in wonder, to the men in long red coats that walk past with their hands on the hilt of their swords. Even the tall group of women with yellow eyes seem to be content, licking their lips as they people watch from the alley.

It’s comforting, the song that is being sung, a reminder that there is nothing wrong and that it is a beautiful day outside. The sky is a clear purple, (except for the natural green smoke that comes from the factory at the other side of town), and there isn’t a cloud in sight. 

 “Citizen’s, please be aware there is a December heatwave approaching! Take shelter!” Smiling, people duck behind corners, crouch behind walls and rush indoors. Some even crawl underneath parked cars, or try to jump into the broken windows of houses.

There is a bang and the heatwave emerges. Orange flame and smoke powers through the street, blowing through every crack and corner. It’s hotter than normal, making a mild hissing sound as it moves forward, or is that the sound of skin burning? It doesn’t seem to matter anyway, the people re-emerge, a little redder than before, some missing parts of their hair, but they are still smiling, rejoicing in the beautiful day.

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 It's another weird world! A lot of people really enjoyed this, and wanted more, but at the minute I can't think of anything. I'm trying to write four 5000 word essays for university while writing a story a day and while it feels very rewarding, it's also occasionally a little tiring and I don't have a lot of time, so this story might not be expanded on until next month, or even after Christmas.

Oh, and my fun fact for this story is that the picture is REAL and UNFILTERED and it comes all the way from Ohio which is a place I love very dearly. I've been to America for three Summers and it's probably one of my favourite places just from the kindness, humour and spirit of everyone I met.
This was Day 8 of my NaNoWriMo project where I am writing a new short story every day in November! Originally all of these were posted to instagram, but the 300 word limit was a little confining so I've come here to post everything I've written and a little bit more! 

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